BODYGUARD | VKOOK

┌TWENTY-EIGHT┐

Jungkook's tears flowed uncontrollably, his heart shattered into a million pieces. 

The devastating expressions on the faces of his friends, as he broke the news of their separation and his impending move, only intensified his anguish. Gripping onto his pillow tightly, he cried out, his sobs stifled and his pain unbearable. The confusion overwhelmed him, leaving his mind spinning and his throat raw from the anguish he couldn't contain.

The actions of Taehyung perplexed Jungkook beyond comprehension. Why would he save his cellphone, only to pretend it was broken in front of his own father? The erratic behavior of his friend left Jungkook feeling utterly bewildered.

Jungkook, his eyes red and cheeks swollen, sat in his room, tears streaming down his face. Suddenly, the door swung open, and in walked Taehyung, concerned and caring. He took a seat on the edge of the bed, his eyes filled with tenderness as he gazed at Jungkook.

"Are you still crying?" Taehyung asked gently, moving closer to Jungkook. He reached out and brushed his thumb against Jungkook's trembling lips, a gesture filled with love and understanding.

Jungkook could only manage a sniffle in response, desperately trying to hold back his tears. Taehyung leaned in and placed a tender kiss on Jungkook's forehead, a gesture of comfort and reassurance. However, Jungkook's pain was still fresh, and he turned his head away, unable to fully accept the affection in that moment.

Silence lingered in the air, heavy with unspoken words and unanswered questions. Finally, Jungkook finds the strength to speak, his voice broken and hoarse. 

"Why?" Jungkook managed to utter, his eyes wide with confusion and hurt. With trembling hands, he reached for his phone on the nightstand, a symbol of the betrayal that has shattered his trust. "Why did you protect the video?" Jungkook stammered, his voice filled with a mix of disbelief and pain.

In this heart-wrenching moment, Jungkook's plea for answers echoed in the room. The weight of his emotions burdening him, urging Taehyung to provide an explanation, to mend the broken pieces of their relationship.

Taehyung delicately flicked Jungkook's chin, his eyes alight with a mischievous glint. He leaned in, his lips poised to meet Jungkook's, but hesitated. Taehyung was a man of refinement and class, and he would never dream of crossing a boundary without consent. But he couldn't help but recall the tender kiss they shared on their wedding day. Taehyung was torn between his desire and his respect for Jungkook's autonomy.

With a heavy heart, Taehyung withdrew, watching as Jungkook breathed a sigh of relief. But the weight of his confession was heavy in the air, threatening to shatter the delicate balance between them.

"My love," Taehyung spoke with a blunt honesty, "I must confess that I am responsible for the death of your parents. It would only be fair for you to exact your revenge upon me."

Jungkook's mouth fell open in shock, his mind reeling with the weight of Taehyung's words. "You're letting me show the evidence?" Jungkook piped, his voice trembling with emotion.

Taehyung nodded, his expression serene. "Indeed. It is a shame that my father will be rotting in jail, but justice must be served. The choice is yours, my love. You may do as you wish with the evidence, and I will simply pretend that I know nothing of it."

With a graceful ease, Taehyung removed his shoes and socks, then settled onto the bed beside Jungkook. He gazed at his beloved with a tender affection, his heart heavy with the weight of their shared burden.

"Whatever you do, it must be executed before the sun sets on Saturday, Diamond," Taehyung informed, his gaze fixated on his palm before clenching it into a fist. Jungkook's heart raced as he contemplated his next move. Jungkook knew what was required of him, but the weight of the decision was heavy on his shoulders. He had lost everything - his family, his friends, his happiness - in a single moment. He refused to sit idly by and allow Taehyung to control his life.

"Taehyung," Jungkook spoke softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I need you to do something- can you do this for me?"

"Anything for you, my love," Taehyung replied, his heart racing as Jungkook approached him and straddled his lap.

"I need you to kill your father," Jungkook whispered into Taehyung's ear, making Taehyung freeze in place.

Taehyung's eyes widened in shock. "What madness is this? Merely suggesting that we incarcerate him does not equate to murder!" Taehyung snapped, biting his lip as Jungkook pressed his body against his own.

"Taehyungie, I need toy to grant me this favor, pl-please-" Jungkook pleaded, his voice laced with a delicate whimper. His hands gracefully descended, skillfully undoing the fastenings of Taehyung's black trousers. "I hate him. He dared to r-rape my friend, and h-he tried to do the same to me- I'm- I'm scared of him-" Jungkook confessed, his voice trembling with vulnerability. With utmost care, Jungkook liberated Taehyung's virile member from its confines, the fabric of his trousers and undergarments yielding to his touch.

Jungkook, in a display of audacious allure, shed his own clothes, revealing his flawless body. He guided Taehyung's hands, guiding them to caress the contours of his enticing physique. Taehyung, overwhelmed by desire, allowed his hands to roam freely, tracing the exposed expanse of Jungkook's waist, then ascending to his chest and abdomen. A stifled groan threatened to escape Taehyung's throat as Jungkook lowered himself onto his throbbing manhood. The allure of Jungkook was simply irresistible to Taehyung.

"Taehyungie, pleae, can't you do that for me?" Jungkook continued to whisper, his voice barely above a murmur. Taehyung shook his head, torn by conflicting emotions. "He is my own flesh and blood, Jungkook. I cannot bring myself to end his life with my own hands," Taehyung confessed, his grip on the bedsheet tightening as Jungkook lowered his head between his trembling thighs, skillfully grasping his length. With a languid stroke of his tongue, Jungkook left a tantalizing trail along its side, igniting a fire within Taehyung's core.

"If you were to rid me of him, I- I'd let you fuck me tonight," Jungkook purred, taking the head of Taehyung's member into his mouth and lavishing it with his tongue, his gaze fixed upon his husband.

Taehyung's body arched in response, his cock stiffening and throbbing under Jungkook's skilled ministrations. Taehyung seized a fistful of Jungkook's hair, urging him forward and thrusting gently into his mouth, his moans echoing through the room.

"Fine, I- I'll do it," Taehyung acquiesced, his voice heavy with desire.